Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 - 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙨

Note:

- yes, I changed the cover.

- chapter contains strong language and suggestive scenes!!

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My eyes flutter open, squinting at the morning light. I stretch, groaning in exhaustion. I yawn and sit up, rubbing my face. God, what an eventful night. How am I supposed to come back from it?

"What are you doing?" Mike's voice erupts out of nowhere and I flinch, taking my hands away and looking up. I see him in the corner of my room. He walks over as I look at him.
"What!? How did you get in here?!" I whisper-yell.

"I thought you weren't going to see him again." He looks down at me and then to Trent. I look over too: snoring lightly. I look up again and suddenly he's close to my face.
My eyes widen and my cheeks heat up.

"Tell me, Y/N." He starts to slowly crawl onto my bed, smirking, and I back up in confusion. My room stretches out and my bed seems like it goes on forever. Trent isn't there anymore.

"Were you planning on staying with him?" His low voice echoes and he creeps towards me and I creep away. I'm not really getting anywhere though, he's basically on top of me.

"When were you planning on telling me how you really feel?" He leers and his voice is even sultrier than usual.
"What?"
"Let's be honest." He starts to change back into his teenage self. His hair grows slightly longer until his mullet returns, with those rings through his ears. The slight bruising on his knuckles that never seemed to go away.

I keep crawling backwards and he keeps crawling forwards- not looking away from me. The area around us lightens slightly- and it's not my bedroom anymore.

"You're in love with me." I abruptly fall down into a spiral. I scream in shock- shutting my eyes and covering them- but something catches me. I slowly take my trembling hands away to see I'm back in my sweater that was always tucked into my blue jeans, with my chunky socks and white Nikes. What?

I look up to see 80's Mike has caught me bridal-style, and he continues as if nothing happened. "You always have been. You never stopped loving me."

"Why are you trying to seduce me?" My voice shakes and my eyes widen as far as they can. What the fuck is happening?!

The spiral spins faster around us and colours flash from all directions. He yells into my face: "Y/N!" But he sounds like.. Annie?

"Y/N!!" Annie screams and my eyes shoot open. I look over quickly to see no Mike, but Annie and an awake Trent. "Are you kidding me?!" She grips his arm. I look around me: morning. "What the hell is he still doing here?!"

"Uhh!" I sit up and cover myself with my duvet. "We.. made up!"
"I see that." She looks at him. "Ugh!" She shoves him away like he's infected and sashays out of the room. I'm so confused. What the fuck- was that all a dream?

Trent grabs his jeans. "I should-"
"Yeah." I cover my face. My subconscious was really just telling it to me straight there.

He gets changed quickly and kisses my cheek. "I'll see you around." He jogs out of the room. I hear Annie telling him to 'get outta here' and that he's a 'pervert.' I can only think about that dream. Maybe if I fall asleep- it'll continue.